Well, the problem is my chronic do-too-muchitis. So what’s the problem? All of that sounds great (in fact, I’m getting excited all over again, which is pretty incredible considering the day I’ve had).
Here’s just a BRIEF list of all the possible pie pockets that ran through my head: I had to make them! All of a sudden, I went a liiiittle bit insane (no really, ask Mike about my late night pie pocket instant messages) about the possibilities. Those little pie pockets caused all the trouble! They were so beautiful! And so PERSONAL - if I were talking to my 6th graders, who are practicing analogies, I’d say that cupcakes are to cakes what pie pockets are to pies. It all started when Heidi over at Heidi Bakes posted these scrumptious looking Apple Hand Pies.
First of all, I was not planning on making a pie, but pie pockets. A disaster that did end in the aforementioned gooey, hearty peach pie (thank God), but a disaster nonetheless. I could pretend that making the flaky crust was a cinch, my kitchen stayed miraculously spotless throughout the effortless endeavor, and oh, by the way, my apron matches the bow in my carefully coiffed hair. Option 1: I could throw up a picture of the gooey, hearty peach pie I just made and nonchalantly describe the process.
